Aging

Chase not forbidden butterflies

linger not in the icy stream of old loves

~loves that fled the dawning light

our vision impaired and yet rhythmic

coming back to today, to tomorrow

unborn children dance across these pages

with the beat of a well written play

thump, thump, thumping their limbs

of green youth against

the pulse of my heart

And my sorrows lie face to face on the

pen and paper journal seeming shallow

within a soul that has forever changed

within a woman quickly becoming new






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Wonderful, Chris.
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Comment from deabvt - 8/12/04 9:49 AM



oh, my, my, my.... unborn children
dance across these pages.

Yet look what births occur!
Lovely, sweetpea!
~~mumsy
Comment from merelyp - 8/12/04 8:25 AM



Absolutely lovely. Thanks for sharing
such wonderful poetry. It's always a
pleasure and a wonder to roam through
the pages of your journal.

BTW, thanks for the haiku. :-)
Comment from dbaumgartner - 8/12/04 3:38 AM





This line tells the whole story, doesn't it? Lisa :-]
Comment from mlraminiak - 8/12/04 12:52 AM



I can't write poetry and I'm always amazed
at people who can. What a blessing.
What a lovely poem. : )
Comment from readmereadyou - 8/11/04 10:29 PM



This is so beautiful . I'd love a book that was
half filled with your poems and half filled with
Vince's. Hugs my sweet friend. *Barb*
Comment from barbpinion - 8/11/04 8:37 PM



I love this poem. I can see the butterflies.
The icy stream the children dancingand a
woman changing.
Comment from punky5678 - 8/11/04 7:34 PM